Monsters

Monsters

A Poem by Brianna Van Zandt
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It was a stupid thing I did because I was trying to ignore a school assembly so I wouldn't cry.. It's s**t, to me, but you can decide.. I wasn't even gonna post it....

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Monsters

Sharp, pointed horns,

Gnashing teeth,

Glowing eyes

And claws like blades.

These are the monsters

in a child’s nightmares.

 

Broken hearts and spirits,

Wounded minds and bodies.

A man with a gun,

                And nothing left to lose.

A man, stalking and waiting

with the darkest intentions,

These are the monsters

in our daily lives.

 

Monsters are everywhere,

In our lives

And in our minds.

But a child’s monsters

Can be fought off by a little teddy bear.

What can fight the monsters

That haunt us every day?

© 2013 Brianna Van Zandt


Author's Note

Brianna Van Zandt
Like I said, just wrote it as a distraction....

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Simple. Imagery is good. Truth in the words. A splendid one overall. Bravo......................

Posted 10 Years Ago


Brianna Van Zandt

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much. As I've said in other comments, poetry isn't my strongest field so just I'm glad .. read more
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)...................
yep.. the monster never really go away. How do we fight them ..for me it's like playing tag you can play it but you might get tagged if not someone else will .. someone always does.. but we do our best..some good things to ponder here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Brianna Van Zandt

11 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed it. Clearly, poetry isn't my strong point, so thank you for reviewing it.
Love it, Kit-Kat.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on April 3, 2013
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Brianna Van Zandt
Brianna Van Zandt

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It's been a while since I've been here. I'm now twenty years old, and though my time for writing has dwindled, my passion has not. If anything, it has grown – and made it infinitely more difficu.. more..

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